Break up the moments
See them as they are
A moment in time
A drop in the ocean
It seems as if there is not great effect
But have you forgotten the ripples

Each one develops into another
And then another and so on
Each telling a story as it goes
There's something stopping them
Once they get started

Moments turn into memories
Memories turn into graves
Graves that are cold, dark and lifeless

Is it worth it then
Is life worth living if it ends
With you being left alone, cold and in the dark
Or do you see it some other way

Death can be the end or the beginning
The grave holds no grips on life
Life does not fear death
Death fears life
Do you fear life